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Chapter 2
an kitchen. His fingers were shaking slightly as he
his heavy breathing. He planted both hands flat on the cold marble co
, shuffled into the kitchen wearing slides. He wa
ting low pressure in the room. He
about streaming hour
esso. He drank it black. The bitte
ifton sa
ess-steel fridge. He lowered his
n the stairs. Did you go down to
ramic cup. The skin over his knuckles stretche
ed at Buster with eyes so c
urnament in Chicago a year ago?"
urprised. Then he
was our peak. How
of warmth pulled at the
ner. The one with the ca
om his hand. It slammed onto the marble counter with
ished right after the finals? The one you
is empty espresso cup down onto the coun
oked around nervously, checking the hal
d closer
at Aegis? Is he here
e Clifton feel like he was being stabbed.
eal. That night in Chicago. Everything. Said it was a
a sharp breath. H
look at you. It was like
essively through his ha
He's a liar. A
pain twisting his captain
Should I tell Delmus to
gh. A dangerous, predatory
hell just to get into the
lked to the floor-to-ceiling window, sta
ront of everyone," Clifton said, hi
Clifton's aura. He swallowed agai
nk sounded from the hallway outside the kitled leopard, crossing the kitchen in three massive s
away, a metal trash can was swaying ba
ing metal. Suspicion and p
the kitchen. He point
o anyone. Especially
t needing to start his stream and practically ran out of
ht hand instinctively reached up to massage his throbbing wrist. But his min
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